Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Uzbekistan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Dawn Penn to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
The Tremeloes,
Groovy Waters,
Heaven 17,
Second Layer,
Simply Red,
Los Fastidios,
Icehouse,
The Buckinghams,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
David Bowie,
Public Enemy,
Silicon Teens,
Hashim,
Duran Duran,
Howard Jones,
MDC,
The Monochrome Set,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
ABC,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Soft Machine,
Panda Bear,
Lakeside,
Magma,
Crash Course in Science,
Suicide,
One Last Wish,
Peter and Kerry,
Josef K,
The Modern Lovers,
Lou Reed,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Robert Hood,
The Blues Magoos,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Metal Thangz,
The Red Krayola,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Cure,
Jerry's Kids,
Grey Daturas,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fluxion,
Rakim,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Aloha Tigers,
Gerry Rafferty,
UT,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sam Rivers,
Gong,
Carl Craig,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Hardrive,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Deadbeat,
Easy Going,
The Wake,
Nik Kershaw,
E-Dancer,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.